Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.